Page 13 of Thwack!

“Like a pig. All right, Percy. Step on up.”

Tom’s fingers disappeared, but Mather didn’t have to wait long before they were replaced by Percy’s prick. Percy’s approach was no longer dry, but it continued to lack finesse. He rammed himself in there, sliding in easily now because he was hardly thicker than Tom’s fingers, and rutted like an animal, holding Mather’s hips and bucking into him frantically.

It was probably the worst fuck of Mather’s life except that Percy’s enthusiasm carried it. This was a virgin, desperate to deposit his seed inside something—inside anything. It didn’t take long before a squirt of wetness coated Mather’s insides. At his backside, Percy grunted and heaved, riding out his orgasm, and then Mather’s channel was empty again and another of the young men stepped up to take Percy’s place.

Tom had them lined up according to size, directing them into Mather’s ass and then around to his mouth after they’d released so Mather could lick them clean. Mather had never had a cock in his ass and a cock in his throat at the same time before, but he found he enjoyed it, though he had to be careful with his teeth when the young buck behind him got going.

“No sense greasing yourself up,” Tom told the next comer. “He’s full of both grease and spend. Sloppy with it by now, I wager.”

But the man behind Mather didn’t voice any concerns about sloppiness. He groaned as he slid in. “It’s so hot and wet in there. Fuck, sir. Thank you.”

Mather wanted to suggest that he should be the one getting thanked, not Tom, who had no right to hand out his ass like it was penny candy, but his mouth was too full with the deflating prick of the previous customer.

The kid behind him now was a vocal one, expressing his pleasure with every thrust. He took his time too, drawing it out until Ezekiel, who was the only one left, got impatient.

“You fuck like my granny drives the wagon to church on Sunday.”

“Your granny and I are both going to meet God. I ain’t never felt anything like this. Just you wait, Ezekiel.”

“I don’t want to wait. That’s the whole point.”

But the kid made Ezekiel wait another five minutes, taking his slow, sweet time and making Mather feel all kinds of appreciated. And also horny. He wanted his own release. He couldn’t count how many he’d handed out but he knew how many he’d received, which was none.

“Tom,” he whimpered, thinking Tom might put a hand on his cock and help him along.

“I saved you the best for last,” Tom said, patting his rump right next to where the boy was pumping into it, stirring up the banked fires of all that paddling. “Finish up, boy. Sun will be coming up at this rate.”

The boy picked up his pace, obeying Tom where he’d disregarded Ezekiel. He released into Mather with a particularly satisfied groan then sloshed around in there for a while until Tom made him quit. When he finally withdrew, his prick was too sensitive for a mouth cleaning so he tucked it away and tottered off, his legs wobbly beneath him.

“Go on then, Ezekiel,” Tom said. “Show us what you’ve got.”

Ezekiel pulled out his trouser snake and wagged it in Mather’s face. Mather sighed appreciatively. It was a beauty of a cock—thick and red and drooling. If he hadn’t just taken five other cocks, he would doubt his ability to take this one, but he was ready for it now.

The square had grown quiet with only him and Ezekiel and Tom left in it, and a glimmer of dawn twinkled on the horizon. Mather had spent the whole night getting paddled and fucked. He’d sucked more cock than he could count, and his ass and throat both ached. But it wasn’t over yet. There was one more blessing still to be counted.

“You ready for this?” Ezekiel asked.

Mather nodded.

“Beg me for it.”

Mather looked up at Tom, who grinned back at him.

“Don’t play coy now.”

Tom was right. It was too late to pretend he hadn’t enjoyed every moment of this strange evening.

“Give me your cock,” he begged Ezekiel. “Give me every long inch of it. Give it to me hard.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

Ezekiel prodded at Mather’s hole with the thick head of his oversized prick. Despite all the grease and stretching, he had to push hard to pop through Mather’s sphincter. Mather shouted, the pain of the sudden stretch surprising him. Ezekiel was even bigger than he looked. He burrowed his way in like he might never stop.

Once the initial shock had passed, Mather fell under the thrall of the giant cock drilling its way through him. This might be Ezekiel’s first fuck, but he was in control of it, slamming into Mather with each stroke, hard thighs brushing the flaming flesh of Mather’s ass.

Then something warm and wet engulfed Mather’s cock and he shouted again, this time in ecstasy, as he strained forward to meet Tom’s mouth. He called out to Tom and to Ezekiel and to God as he got fucked and sucked in an orgy of male flesh and orgasmic sensation until he released in Tom’s mouth at almost the same moment Ezekiel released in his ass.

Ezekiel’s hips churned against him, arousing those flickers of pain as Mather relished Tom’s gentle suckling. He was overwhelmed with sensation—with aches and pains and gentle throbs of pleasure, aware of every point where Ezekiel and Tom and the harsh wooden frame of the pillory touched him. Some of the aches were sexual, others weren’t, but they all swirled together into a miasma of sensation that was too much for him to bear. He slumped, no longer trying to resist the pillory’s tight hold on him, as Ezekiel withdrew.